&. May 27, 2006  

I'm alive, I swear. Not really. But I try to be? The thing about stuff is I have a Xanga, a Livejournal, and this. I post at my Xanga little blurbs about whatever and get comments. And eprops. But those don't matter, so. Then for LJ, I post more indepth stuff, and pray for comments? Something like that. Not as many of my friends really use LJ. And for ASE, hardly anyone I know in real life knows the URL. I prefer to keep it that way too. It's mostly my pseudo-emo life that I keep and the questions I wish someone would answer but I know no one ever will. Because I don't have a comment system enabled. I probably wouldn't want to hear an answer, too. It's nice take time to write down my thoughts, though.

So how do you measure growth in your maturity? You can look back upon things and say, "Oh, I was really stupid to have done such and such." But how can you really say that you've matured from some time? Can you say you've matured if you still continue to make the same mistakes? I wonder. And what is maturity anyhow? Does a mature person just study and do school work? If so, I've got a hell of a way to go.

I'm in a chick flick mood. But the ones I have I don't really feel like watching at the moment. I've seen them already, too. Mph, so I started reading The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen. It's one of those easier to read teen books that I just have to read once in a while when I don't feel like doing anything else. I tried starting to read my AP Lit books, but I just couldn't really do it. So yeah.

It made me think about stuff. So, when I think about break-ups, it's usually the guy dumping the girl. And then the girl gets really depressed, then ends up eating hella ice cream, watching chick flicks to feel better, and whatnot. But what about the other way around? The girl dumping the guy. Another thing is, after either the guy or girl dumps the other, how are they supposed to feel? Happy? And there are always those relationships where it goes back and forth, from break-up to making up and then over again. After they're finally separated, for good, how do they feel then? What do they think?

Relationships tend to end in the bitter, hateful "fuck you" too. Well, what can you do? When you're the one wrong, anyway. You can only move forward, not looking back, but not forgetting either. It's so hard to let go, even when something's gone and you know it's not coming back. It's even harder when you know that it's your fault.